Raking leaves in piles
Wind comes up and scatters them
Will it ever end?
Autumn's labors long
Autumn Leaves, a pretty song
Sing it while I rake.
Neighbor's solution
Do not rake the leaves at all
Do not sing the song.
Let wind blowing hard
Scatter leaves to neighbor's yard
Not to worry now.
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